Blade

by

McKenna Byrne

Before you left a scythe flashed from your eyes;
A glistening sickle that swept without a sound
Across the very root of compromise
Between us, razing hope to the ground.
I was stricken breathless with that thrust
Of your truth; how you, with so precise a blade,
Could sever me, indifferent that I must
See clearly of what callous mettle you were made.
I saw through tears, truth - behind effort and hope -
Before all beginning and beyond all end;
Inscrutable - like you - void of sight or scope
For change, or innate ability to bend.
Your loss for me was of mere bones and breath,
But ah, your truth - more sharp and cold than death.

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